okay...now it's just ridiculous. it's june 7, over a month since last time i wrote. things have been crazy.

music. i'm now living in south jersey, listening to classic rock radio almost exclusively and being way too nice to press people because they hold the one key to my sanity. new music. it's incredibly hard to explain to friends in the real world how difficult it is to be back, after five years, in a world where being really 'into' music makes you an outsider, a child, a geek. That's not the only thing that classifies me as such but...

So I just spent the last fourty five minutes of my life being assaulted by Weasel Walter's Flying Luttenbackers - the production was so bad it sounded like cotton spun all around my stereo, my room and my head - the volume barely escaping. weird that this muddy haze is not really a sound so much as sensation. Three piece no-wave brutality ending just as begun and CD out. Like most stuff on Troubleman, no reason to listen to it when you might be able to see it. Documentary.

what I've really been getting into is Neil Young. Old Man - the kick-in when his voice goes from remorse to yearn, so definite with his band following like a tail on a kite. God. The banjos, the occasional J. Neitsche orchestra, the clouds of clay dust even as he berates the south for not coming clean. Some of his songs are just plain cheesy - Oh Lonesome Me, Lotta Love - but the sentimentality is blunt and almost like that of a Werner Herzog film. Maybe, embarrassing?

final comment for today...why the fuck would anyone waste their time listening to something as derivative and inane as Pedro the Lion? The singer's voice is unstyled and grating, the music even a reductionist death cab with little invention or even reason to be noticed. yet, the very mundane-ness of the band, their ability to fit wherever 'slo-core' is still being beaten to death on stage, assures their continue marginal realm of success. bah.